Sober candy

When He Sheng's voice sounded outside the door, the logical chain of Lin Xu's brain was spinning violently at an abnormal speed.

Someone knocked on the door, explaining that he was not from the same dormitory as Fu Jing. His tone was respectful, but the second sentence did not add a subject before the sentence. The smiling and young voice was somewhat deliberately friendly, which not only made his ears It was extremely uncomfortable to listen to, and it also added a bit of ambiguity to this seemingly normal short sentence.

Visiting in the middle of the night is already against the rules. You have to open the door and come in without asking a few questions. , it is obvious that there are other plans.

No matter what that person plans, he will never allow his own people to suffer.

All kinds of thoughts flashed by in an instant, and as soon as the other party's voice fell, Lin Xu's brows frowned because he was extremely worried about Fu Jing's safety.

Senior Lin asked with a displeased expression: "It's getting closer, why is there still someone knocking on your door?"

"Wait a minute!" Fu Jing yelled out first, then got up and got out of bed, walked towards the door, and explained to Lin Xu with his mobile phone:

"He's the leading actor in the movie. He went to dinner with director Yuan just now, and he came a little late. We agreed in advance to chat about the upcoming movie."

"When can't we talk? Shouldn't it be in the middle of the night? Talking while sleeping? Don't disturb other people's rest?" Lin Xu felt very uncomfortable hearing this "we two".

"This actor is very dedicated. The pressure in the next few scenes is too high, and he may not be able to sleep, and the actor does not divide the day and night during filming." Fu Jing stood at the door and said with a smile: "How can I be like you who work from nine to five? There is a fixed time."

"I work overtime 30 days out of 29 days a month." Lin Xu became increasingly dissatisfied with Fu Jing's tone of clearly protecting the person outside the door.

"Huh?" Fu Jing heard Senior Lin's sour smell, and couldn't help teasing him: "Then what about the remaining day?"

"One day is left." Lin Xudan raised his eyelids, "I miss you so much that I can't go on working, so I have to leave work and think about you wholeheartedly."

Fu Jing laughed dully, lowered her head and rubbed her forehead in embarrassment, and wiped her face with embarrassment, blushing.

"Okay," Fu Jing smiled: "Let's hang up first, it's getting late, you go to bed early, and I'll go to sleep after chatting with him."

"I'll accompany you," Lin Xu was very stubborn tonight, he put his phone directly on the bedside table, leaned against the lamp, lay sideways on the bed and looked at Fu Jing, with a gentle voice: "Xiao Fu, I haven't seen you work hard yet Look, don't worry, I won't bother you, I'll just be an observer."

The well-behaved senior Lin was very cute tonight, Uncle Fu was so soft-hearted, he put his mobile phone on the desk, put it up, waved his hand, and teased him with a smile: "All right, Thumbelina, then I'll start put you here."

Lin Xu smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Fu Jing’s dormitory is fairly spacious, furnished like a duty room, with two beds and two desks, the desks are next to the beds, there are no chairs, and the bathroom is also indoors. It’s better than the trendy houses in the village where there were big fat rats and cockroaches.

He Sheng came in a few times when he came to chat with Fu Jing. Every time before, Zeng Shi was there, and the three of them chatted more often. Today, he found out that Zeng Shi went to play with others. He delayed it for a while. here.

His manager had warned him from the day he chatted with Fu Jing at the wine table, telling him not to mess around, and if he caused a bad influence, he couldn't bear that responsibility.

It took many years to come to this day. He Sheng is a smart man, and he didn't intend to mess around.It’s just that liking is liking, and if you like it, you want to get closer. He is a person who is very honest about his desires. Whether it’s confession or reconciliation with others, keeping a distance is a means for him to achieve his goal.

It's better to be a close friend than a lover. When He Sheng saw Fu Jing's bright and smiling face the moment Fu Jing opened the door for him, he almost wavered back from this idea.

"It's been a long wait," Fu Jing felt a little sorry for calling someone to wait outside, opened the door and turned sideways to make room for him: "Come in."

"It was a bit late for dinner just now," He Sheng followed with a smile, holding the script in his hand, "I didn't bother you."

"No, something happened just now." Fu Jing pointed to the Zeng-style bed opposite him: "Sit at Lao Zeng's place, he won't be back until later."

"Didn't you say you were going to have a drink all night?" He Sheng sat down, glanced at the script while smiling, then raised his face to Fu Jing who was standing in front of the bed, half-jokingly: "Editor Fu, what can we do tonight?" There's something to talk about, I'm so tired from filming today, if I fall here later, you have to remember to cover me with the quilt!"

"Don't worry," Fu Jing also joked with him with a smile: "I want to see you sleepy, and I'll be the first to kick you out!"

He Sheng laughed a few times, and said casually: "This room is just the two of us, aren't you the first!"

"No," Lin Xu's voice suddenly sounded in front of Fu Jing's bedside table, his body could not move across the screen, but the voice that echoed in the suddenly quiet room was full of presence: "There is still me."

The corner of He Sheng's grinning mouth twitched, and he half leaned over to look over there, only to find that there was still someone in the mobile phone on the opposite table.

The man was sitting in the dark, only a not-so-bright desk lamp next to him cast light on his side, half illuminating half the shadow, He Sheng didn't see what he looked like, but he knew that the man had fair skin At first glance, it looks gloomy, like a male version of Sadako.

Senior Lin crawled out of bed again.

He was still hugging the pillow to cover his front body, only showing a half-clear face, doing childish things in a serious manner, Fu Jing couldn't hold back a smile.

Originally, he didn't want to show others how cute Senior Lin was at night, but seeing that people want to use their presence to protect their status, Fu Jing cooperatively held up "Lin Xu" for He Sheng to see.

"Let me introduce you," Fu Jing smiled and raised her hand to point out the person on the phone to He Sheng, with a doting tone: "This is me, Senior Lin."

"Hello," Lin Xu never changed his normal smile, and waved to greet the potential threat in front of him: "My name is Lin Xu."

Why... three people again?

The smile on He Sheng's face froze, and then spread out. He quickly got up, smiled and said politely: "Hi, I'm He Sheng, I'm sorry to disturb you, I'll come back another day."

"It's okay," Lin Xu smiled, "Xiao Fu said that you guys want to talk about the script, and I just want to hear it too."

joke!

Come back another day?

Wouldn't that mean knocking on Fu Jing's door in the middle of the night to be alone with him? !

"No, no, no, I'd better go." He Sheng felt a little embarrassed. The other party's surname was "Lin", which was obviously the "Lover Lin" that Fu Jing had mentioned before. Unrequited love is unrequited love, and wanting to chat more with others is wrong. I want to talk more, but the Lord is here, so I will inevitably feel a little uncomfortable.

"I said, it's okay." The more embarrassed the other party was, the more gentle the owner's smile became: "Xiao Fu, put me on the table between you two, Mr. He doesn't mind?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind, you don't mind, I have nothing to mind." He Sheng smiled helplessly when he heard someone call this "Xiao Fu", and sat down anyway.

"In the next scene, it's time for the police to investigate drugs. After that, it's robbery, arrest, and imprisonment," Fu Jingting said. The conversation between the two was very interesting. It's been a long time since Lin Xuechang's preference for protecting the calf. Missing the past quite a bit, Fu Jing put the phone on the bedside, smiled and beckoned to Lin Xu, took the script on the table and flipped it over, looked up and asked He Sheng: "What else are you confused about?"

When it came to serious matters, He Sheng didn't think about those other crooked thoughts any more, put away his smiling face, and started chatting with people seriously: "I don't understand why the robbery is arranged like this, Jiang He is not bad now. If you want to give Zhou Qi a gift, why don’t you just send someone to buy it for her? Knowing that he is in danger, but deliberately doing this kind of self-inflicted trap, Jiang He doesn’t seem to be able to throw it away if he is incited at will. As a rational person, I can't understand his mood at that time."

"That's a good question." Fu Jing glanced at him appreciatively, and said, "I didn't expect you to think so deeply."

"I am Jiang He now," He Sheng said with a smile, "I have to understand why I did all this."

"Then what do you think," Fu Jing asked, "what kind of person is Jiang He?"

"A sad person who is played by fate," He Sheng said: "Without this sorrow, he would be a heinous person who goes whoring|whoring gambling, selling|dealing|drugs|drugs and murder, and commits all kinds of crimes. There is nothing to sympathize with such a person, but Until...but until now, I still have a little compassion for this character."

"That's right," Fu Jing smiled: "It's because he always thinks about Zhou Qi. People do a lot of evil, and a little bit of kindness can easily overturn other people's impression of him."

Fu Jing told He Sheng that there is no absolute good or evil in this world, and Jiang He is a very complex contradictory body. Rather than saying that he was instigated to rob, it is better to say that he is using this method to self-destruct.

Jiang He is a smart man, from the moment he inquired until the police started to investigate him, he already knew that he could not escape, the decadent life of drug addiction suffocated him, he never thought of escaping.There is a place in his heart that still firmly believes in the righteous way, even though he is a villain.

He found a fellow villager in advance to be one of the onlookers on the day of his robbery.

He wanted that fellow villager to be his witness, witnessing that the last time he violated the law was for Zhou Qi. He threatened to match his wife in his hometown with a set of gold jewelry. The ignorance and greed that he revealed to others on the surface concealed his selfish heart.

He will be imprisoned because of Zhou Qi, so that no matter how many years later, no matter how many years later, Zhou Qi will never forget him, Jiang He, because of her.

He still loves her, and he knows that she will never love him again, but even if she doesn't, he wants her to remember him forever.

Looking at each other across the ice and iron railings in front of the cell is a trial of their innocent love when they were young.

When she was young, two people pursued her at the same time, one was a childhood sweetheart who grew up with her in the mountain village, and the other was a teacher who came from the city to the countryside.

The childhood sweetheart loves her more than the teacher, to the point of being insane, Zhou Qi chose the wrong person.

The last bit of kindness comes from his wife. Jiang He destroyed this friendship with his own hands. In the end, he became a downright villain and completely lost his former self.

……

The room is filled with smoke, the speaker's voice is mellow and intoxicating, and the deep and distant tone is lamenting the sad stories of that poor era. However, the dim light above the head has already pulled the listeners back from their thoughts, and they only focus on the eyes and immerse themselves in it. the narrator.

Concentrated and serious people are the most attractive. With a cigarette in his mouth and a script under his hands, Fu Jing lowers his head to hit the key points from time to time. He likes to squint when he smokes. There are several deep grooves in the deep eye sockets. , you can see his rough and slightly cracked lips, the cigarette butt is red, and the burnt ash will not fall off. When you lower your head, you can see his sharp side jaw, and his knife-like outline reveals the unique toughness and toughness of a mature man. The rough wheat-colored skin softened in the smog...

A handsome and unruly man, with dark black eyes like obsidian, clean and clear, he smiled gently, and his cold and hard lines became warm. When his eyes touched him inadvertently, his lips were seductive.

In the third second when He Sheng's eyes became darker, Lin Xu's cold voice immediately interrupted Uncle Fu Balabala's infinite emotion. He moved the quilt forward a few times, put his face in front of the camera, and sighed: "Sure enough, the person who wrote the story knows the story best! Don't you think so, Xiao He?"

Xiao He was walking and thinking, when the person who had been unknowingly ignored suddenly called his name, his nerves immediately jumped, he tilted his head, and saw Lin Xu sitting in front of the camera, looking at him with a deep smile.

The smile was deep, but the eyes were cold, and the goosebumps suddenly appeared.

"Yes!" He Sheng quickly agreed, pretending to be enlightened, and responded with a respectful and polite smile: "We're thinking of going somewhere."

Lin Xu glanced at him with a smile, then lowered his head and buttoned his fingernails, ignoring him.

He Sheng: "..."

"I wrote the story. If I don't understand it anymore, I won't do anything bad." Uncle Fu, who had no idea that Gongdou Xi was going on around him, laughed a few times in a good mood after hearing Senior Lin's compliment, and he pinched After smoking a cigarette, I packed up the script and put it back in the drawer, and looked at He Sheng: "That's it, you can act out the most torturous and struggling psychology, and the remaining few scenes will definitely be fine."

"Excuse me," He Sheng nodded to him with a smile, and got up to say goodbye: "Thank you for explaining in such detail, I am much more relaxed now, there are still more than ten days to go, I hope we can still be like today." It was such a pleasure to get along with."

"It's not about thanking you," Fu Jing opened the door and sent him out: "This is my job."

He Sheng smiled, and when he left, he also waved his hands to Lin Xu: "Then Teacher Lin, I'm leaving."

"Well," Lin Xu nodded lightly: "Go slowly, I won't come out to see you off."

"..." If you can come out, then why not?

Fu Jing didn't know when Lin Xu would tell such a cold joke. After sending He Sheng away, it was almost two o'clock, and he lay back on the bed, turned off the air conditioner, and was just about to say good night to someone when he looked at the room again. It was a bit smoky, so I got up and opened the windows to ventilate.

"Fu Jing." Lin Xu was thrown on the bed and called him.

"Huh?" Fu Jing opened the window, lay back on the bed, covered the quilt with a reply.

Lin Xu turned his face to the camera again, and said, "Pick me up."

Fu Jingle let out a few moments, picked up the phone, smacked Senior Lin's collagen-filled face with one finger, and said with a smile, "Pick it up."

"That person just now," Lin Xu asked, "is he playing Jiang He? The male lead?"

"Well," Fu Jing asked, "What's wrong?"

"How old is he?"

"I don't know," Fu Jing shook his head: "I haven't inquired about it. Actors generally look young in this industry. According to my visual inspection, he is about 30 years old. Why do you ask this?"

"What do you think?" Lin Xu patted his face, and asked, "How old is my face?"

Fu Jing chuckled aloud, yes, senior Lin is jealous at this sight.

"Senior Lin forever." Fu Jing coaxed with a smile.

"Have you seen what I look like?" Lin Xu was unhappy.

"To tell you the truth," Fu Jing scratched her hair in embarrassment, "I've actually seen it before."

Lin Xu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Huh? Where did you meet?"

"I'm afraid you have forgotten it. Your photos have been shown on the walls of T University's major awards, from freshman to senior year." Fu Jing looked at him with a smile: "The school made the list of people of the year. At that time, I also used the photo of you when you entered the school. It appeared in the column of the school magazine. I still remember what you said and what expression you made. I had your photos in my collection at the time, and I even looked for newspapers with your deeds on them from the bookstall."

"Why didn't I know that I have so many photos?" Lin Xu smiled: "You still collect newspapers, why do you still act like a celebrity?"

"You're so busy, so I asked someone else to receive the award for you, of course I don't know." Fu Jing was a little sleepy, covered the quilt up, squinted his eyes and sighed regretfully: "It's a pity, I put those photo newspapers under the bed and secretly hid them, but I failed to hide them well, and they all turned yellow and were crushed..."

"Huh?" Lin Xu also got into bed, feeling good: "So obsessed with me?"

"Yes," Fu Jing closed his eyes and muttered in a dull voice, "Senior Lin is the lover of my dreams."

The corner of Xuechang Lin's mouth was raised, and a pool of spring water was surging in his heart, and he was a little bit flustered.

"Senior Lin," Fu Jing was so sleepy, he pulled his phone and said to someone, "Senior Lin, I'm sleepy, let's sleep."

"Okay," Lin Xu was about to say good night, when he suddenly remembered He Shenglai who knocked on someone's door in the middle of the night, and couldn't help asking, "Xiao Fu, can you stay away from that He Sheng? At least when you are alone at night Don't open the door for him, maybe I'm thinking too much, I always feel that the way he looks at you is a bit wrong."

"Hmm..." Fu Jing was about to fall asleep, and said vaguely: "You didn't think... think too much, he...chased...chased me before."

Lin Xu's heart sank: "What?!"

The author has something to say: The obedient senior Lin: "Don't worry, I won't bother you, I'll just be an observer."

Anonymous: "No! And me!"

"Xiao Fu, put me on the table between you two, Mr. He doesn't mind?"

"You said yes, Xiao He?"